T (no first name) Wignesan

Block Fall from the Zyklon Door

When you have passed nonplussedby rumours of ovens of being burned alive by the hordecalcinated bones in torrid ashesteeth without a namepebbles in the sands of hate waves

When between you and the other sideis the block-flesh thrust through to Himmelweg too lateyou smell the Zyklon trapabout to be sprung on your innocenceyour children looking to you for a way outnot daring to believeyou have left home without an answer

You can only wonder at how they led youeach child's hand ensconced in its mother'sthe old and the infirm weeded outthe pill in the nape of men rushed ahead from their charges huddled slapped jostled whipped

for daring to ask with rifle butt whacked jabbed bundled trundledthe eye searching hazily the breach under the helmetbenumbed fatesquashed hopein the last faltering meek steps

It's onlywhen you're on the other side of yourself between you and the block-fleshforming on the other side of the zyklon door

You may wonder why you let your anger go in safekeeping

Dedicated to those sacrificed in Concentration Camps during World War II.